Lyrics of 'Dinero' by Primitive Reason

The very last words I heard were absurd.
Words made me stutter.
My head turn and my eyes shutter.
What the fuck! Say's eye in the mind.
I can't believe my luck!
Spread in the gutter was a letter doing better
unread,
I picked it up
And I read it, my head rang struck,
now I regret it,
Said it:
"If it's dry we shall wet it.
Never mind if its alive we shall dead it.
A new time more inclined for our kind will beget it.
You read it, through my words you won't forget it.
Your God? He regret it,
Never mind him if he knows that their freedom
is a thing from within,
And as long as they can sin
we can keep them wondering
where it is."

Came down like great thunder,
made my mind shake and wonder:

"Are we all going under?
What! I said, what is this!
Damn what is this shit!
Who could write this shit?
Who wrote it?"

I'm walking on the tips of my toes
and I suppose that you're talking
through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know.
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes.
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it,
new flow, new time more inclined for your kind
will beget it, now you know that I read it.
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
while you suppose that I'm running
from the silly little threats that you show.

Corriendo y escapando, chiflando,
manteniendo-nos en el mando,
Gritando: "Que está passando?
Que coño está passando?
El mundo esta acabando,
el cielo esta sangrando.
Lo veo en el campo.
El tiempo está cambiando.
Vamos, vamo-nos, los dejamos.
Como no, estamos solos.
Recibimos lo que merecemos, vamos,
no tengas pena, no lloremos.
No vale la pena, por asi decir:

Read in the letter: Obey!
You who don't pay, obey!
You who don't play, obey!
You who can't stand in the rain run away!
Slaves for the trade, obey!

I'm walking on the tips of my toes
and I suppose that you're talking
through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know.
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes.
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it,
new flow, new time more inclined for your kind
will beget it, now you know that I read it.
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
while you suppose that I'm running
from the silly little threats that you show.

She came walking down like she knew.
Like she had a plan for the man, me and you.
What they plan for you is to slip ya in this noose,
Slide it tight around your neck
until you lose the ability to choose.
She saw I had her letter, thrown in the gutter, as it
fell
I heard the words from its writer make me shudder.

"What's the matter?
Subject matter got your nerves on a platter
Do they flatter what you knew,
does it matter what you do?"

(Miss) I say, this is what I think:

Would you put your lips around the tip of my dick,
And then spit when I jizz so's it drips on your tits.
Degrading, this is what I think of you lady. Shady
witch!!
Oh, you say why I gotta be so sick?
Why you gotta be such a bitch?
who pretends she never been such a bitch?
I can see through your tricks trick!"

I'm walking on the tips of my toes
and I suppose that you're talking
through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know.
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes.
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it,
new flow, new time
more inclined for your kind will beget it,
now you know that I read it.
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
while you suppose that I'm running
from the silly little threats that you show.